vanha-paholainen

[vanha-paholainen]

Hi! I wanted to request a TH/fem reader and RZMM/fem reader

Maybe like a how would they show possessiveness over someone? A little angsty bc they're big guys and they would definitely manhandle their so in the heat of the moment

How Thomas Hewitt and RZ!Michael Myers Show Possessiveness Over You

Warnings: smut (18+), aggressive sex, slight mention of dumbification, manhandling, bruising/mark making, angst, obsession, stripping, stalking, slight yandere i guess?, possessiveness, canon-typical violence, control.

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A/N: Anon, thank you so much for my first slasher request! I love these boys so much and wanted to delve into their intentions behind their protectiveness a little, cause I think it would be very different for both. This is my first time writing a headcanon, I hope I've done you proud. I’d love to know what you all think to this, and feel free to send me more requests 💌

Thomas Hewitt

→ Thomas's struggle with social norms makes his possessiveness glaringly apparent. He perceives everyone outside the family as a potential threat to his happiness, particularly when it concerns you. His demeanour shifts abruptly at the slightest hint of danger; his typically measured movements become swift and aggressive. Despite his efforts to restrain his emotions in public, such as at the Cele Community Centre where you and his mother work, Thomas often finds himself instinctively drawn to your side. His hand firmly grasps the fabric of your shirt, his protective stance evident to anyone who dares to look at you. His gaze sweeps the surroundings with a discerning eye, meticulously assessing each customer until you gently remove his grip and convince him to wait in the back.

→ Thomas's overprotectiveness occasionally acts as a double-edged sword, simultaneously shielding you from harm while subtly restricting your freedom. As a man of few words, he struggles to articulate the depth of his need to keep you safe, resulting in actions that may be misinterpreted as possessiveness rather than genuine concern or fear of losing you. He means well, but it can feel suffocating.

→ Preferring to keep you within his line of sight whenever possible, Thomas's protective instincts often clash with the demands of daily life, leading to occasional conflicts with Charlie over the use of his time. The older man's frustration with what he perceives as your bad influence over Thomas' attention to his work further exacerbates tensions within the household. 

→ Certain areas of the house are off limits to you. The basement serves as a sanctuary for Thomas's work, and he is adamant that you are shielded from the horrors that happen inside. However, he still insists on your presence nearby, perched on the steps that lead down to the space or listening to the radio in the dining room upstairs. Your proximity seems to offer him a sense of security and focus, enabling him to delve into his his task with unwavering concentration and produce some of his best work.

→ Thomas finds solace in words of affirmation and constantly seeks reassurance from you. Despite the intimacy you share and the countless times you've assured him otherwise, he harbours an unshakeable fear that if he loosens his grip even for a moment, you might slip away from him. This nagging insecurity gnaws at him, overshadowing moments of connection, leaving him perpetually haunted by the possibility of losing you.

→ Physical gestures become one your languages of reassurance. You hold his hand tightly, intertwining your fingers as a silent promise that you're there for him. Running your fingers through his hair as he nuzzles into you becomes a comforting ritual, soothing both him and you. Your touch on his chest, just over his heart, keeps his anxieties at bay.

→ Words also become a source of comfort for Thomas. You express your pride in him, highlighting his strengths and the ways he makes your life better. You tell him how happy you are to have him by your side, emphasizing that he's not just your protector but also your partner. Sometimes, the simplest affirmations have the greatest impact on Thomas. Hearing you call him "yours" fills him with a sense of belonging and purpose, and when you tell him that he's been good, he can't help but prove just how good he can be by filling you with his fingers, tongue or cock.

→ Thomas feels most valued when you grant him your undivided attention and allow him to reciprocate. He revels in spending hours between your legs, skilfully coaxing orgasm after orgasm from your willing body until you're left a whimpering, trembling mess beneath him. Despite his efforts to maintain control in your relationship, you always seem to hold the upper hand, which is why he finds solace in reducing you to a thoroughly fucked-out state on his bed. In those moments, with your mind blissfully empty and your body consumed by a primal hunger for his touch, he feels a sense of power and satisfaction unlike any other.

→ Despite this, the mounting tensions within the household, particularly with Charlie, often leave Thomas grappling with pent-up aggression. As the demands on his time intensify, with Charlie clamouring for more of Thomas's attention and you taking on additional shifts at the community centre to assist his mother, Thomas finds it increasingly challenging to maintain his composure.

→ You've become attuned to the subtle shifts in his demeanour, recognizing the tell-tale signs when he's received a stern tongue lashing from his uncle or had a particularly taxing session in the basement. Thomas' simmering rage begins to permeate his interactions with you. His touch, once tender and reassuring, now carries an undercurrent of tension. The few words he mutters in your presence are laced with frustration and discontent, rather than devotion.

→ Despite your best efforts to sooth him, there are moments when Thomas's volatile emotions threaten to overwhelm him. In those instances, you find yourself walking on eggshells, navigating the precarious balance between offering solace and inadvertently stoking the flames of his anger. You are never fearful of Thomas, but these are the times when you remove yourself from his presence when possible. That is, until you learn that the best way to calm him during these storms is with your body.

→ Thomas's heavy-handed nature becomes even more pronounced during these moments of heightened emotion. He handles you with a forcefulness that borders on brutality, moulding and contorting your body into painful positions that elicit tears of discomfort. While he typically refrains from spanking you unless requested, in these instances, his large hand comes crashing down upon your flesh with punishing force, leaving behind welts and bruises that you carry for days. Unlike his usual attentiveness to your pleasure, Thomas's focus shifts solely towards finding an outlet for his frustration, using your body as a means to an end in his quest for release. He bites, scratches, and fucks every inch of you with an almost desperate intensity, seeking solace in the physical connection between you.

→ Yet, there are fleeting moments of clarity when the clouds in his eyes dissipate, and the gentle giant you know and love re-emerges. It's in these moments of vulnerability that you offer him comfort, reassuring him that he can take what he needs from you, and that you will still love him.

→ After the intensity of the moment subsides, Thomas retreats into the solitude of the basement, locking himself away as a form of self-imposed punishment for his mistreatment of you. Despite your efforts to coax him out, reassuring him of your well-being and offering comfort, he remains secluded until he feels ready to face you once more. When Thomas finally does emerge, you're quick to envelop him in the warmth of your affection and reassurance. With a soft kiss to his leather-clad cheek, you convey your unwavering support and understanding, letting him know that you harbour no resentment towards him.

→ In the aftermath of the encounter, Thomas's protective instincts kick into overdrive as he tends to any wounds that adorn your body, his touch gentle yet purposeful. It's in these moments that his true nature shines through—he may be heavy-handed and prone to bouts of aggression, but above all else, he possesses a deep-seated desire to care for and protect you, to make amends for any harm he may have caused.

RZ!Michael Myers

→ Michael's possessive nature over you begins with an intense and inexplicable fixation. From the moment his eyes land on you, something primal within him snaps, and he becomes singularly obsessed with making you his own.

→ He can't quite explain what draws him to the Red Rabbit Lounge that evening, but as he leans against the wall, trying to catch his breath after a harrowing escape from Smith's Grove, he is immediately captivated when you emerge from the back door. Unlike others who shrink away from him in fear, you meet his gaze with a calm demeanour, lighting your cigarette and casually pointing out his papier-mâché mask. Your nonchalant remark about liking the orange because it reminds you of your favourite holiday only adds to the intrigue, sparking something deep within Michael's psyche.

→ Following that initial encounter, Michael becomes an omnipresent presence in your life, a shadow that lingers at the edges of your awareness. You sense him in the periphery of your vision, catch glimpses of his shadow darting past windows, and hear the faintest rustle of his breath in the stillness of the night. He becomes your unseen companion, meticulously observing your every move. He studies your routines and habits, committing them to memory with an almost obsessive attention to detail. Always one step ahead, he waits patiently until the opportune moment presents itself to make his presence truly known.

→ Michael finds immense pleasure in the exhilarating pursuit of you, convinced that you share in his enjoyment of the chase. He keenly observes the subtle signs of your awareness, noticing the wry smirk that graces your lips when you sense his presence nearby. In those moments, he imagines feeling the same giddiness that surges through you when he lightly brushes your hair, a fleeting touch that leaves you yearning for more, even as it vanishes before you can turn around. The first time you called out to him, he battled against every instinct urging him to step out from the shadows and claim you as his own. Despite the overwhelming desire possess you, he restrains himself, savouring the anticipation of the inevitable moment when he would finally make his move.

→ In Michael's twisted psyche, you are more than just a person; you are a coveted prize that he will protect at all costs. He perceives himself as the sole rightful owner of your being, and he harbours an intense fixation on claiming you as his own.

→ As the regular patrons of the lounge mysteriously vanish one by one, leaving a bewildered community in their wake, Michael remains a silent observer, his gaze fixed unwaveringly upon you. He knows all too well the allure of your presence, the captivating dance you perform for these men, reminiscent of the performances his late mother once gave. Yet, while others may see you as an entertainer, Michael sees something far deeper—a connection, a possession, a symbol of his ultimate dominance that he must preserve.

→ From the shadows, he watches as you bare your body to these patrons. To Michael, it doesn't matter whether you are aware of his claim over you; what matters is that he sees you as his, and he will go to any lengths to ensure that no one dares to challenge him. In his mind, you are his alone, and he will stop at nothing to secure what he believes is rightfully his.

→ When Michael finally decides to collect his prize, it's in the eerie stillness of the night. He patiently waits in the shadows of your home, a silent sentinel standing rigidly in the corner of your bedroom as he observes your every move. You can feel his presence, an unspoken acknowledgment that he has come to stake his claim on his property.

→ As you undress, acutely aware of his watchful gaze, a shiver runs down your spine. There's a palpable tension in the air, a sense of anticipation mingled with apprehension. Yet, despite the unease that courses through you, there's also a strange allure, a primal instinct drawing you inexorably towards him. When you finally coax him from the shadows, he engulfs you in his arms with a ferocity that takes your breath away. The force of his embrace is suffocating, his touch demanding as he grasps and claws at every part of your body. In that moment, there's no denying the intensity of his desire, the need to make you his own consuming him entirely.

→ Michael is not gentle with you; he doesn't hold back his deep urges to possess you completely. He revels in your whimpers and the screams of his name as he stretches you open and takes what he deems rightfully his. His touch is rough, unyielding, as if trying to merge your bodies into one. Each movement is driven by a fierce need to mark you, to ensure you understand that you belong to him and no one else. Every night with Michael is filled with a mix of pain and pleasure. His eyes intense and unwavering, remain locked on you, drinking in every reaction, every cry. To him, this is the final step in owning you, the ultimate act of protecting what is his.

→  Removing the mask takes time. It's one evening, after the intensity of your shared orgasms have ebbed, and Michael lies heavy on top of you. Your fingers tentatively trace the edges of the white rubber mask, sensing his body tense beneath your touch. His hand instinctively reaches out, grasping your wrist to halt your movement, but your lips find solace in the warmth of his knuckles as you plant a gentle kiss, your breath whispering a desire to see him. For a fleeting moment, there's resistance, a hesitancy borne from years of concealing his true self, before he lets you unmask him. His long hair cascades over your face as the mask falls away, revealing the man beneath. In that vulnerable moment, you stroke his sweat-glistened cheek, your fingers tracing the contours of his features as you call him "handsome", perhaps the first time he's heard the word since his mother.

→ Despite Michael's disapproval of your continued work at the lounge, you are unwilling to relinquish your independence completely. He grumbles and fumes when things don't go his way, but deep down, he appreciates your defiance, feels a strange allure in your willingness to challenge him. Although his overly protective nature remains, he secretly enjoys the way you push back against his control, finding a strange sense of satisfaction in the game of give and take between you. A hand on his chest or a kiss along his strong jawline is all it takes for him to soften, his resolve melting under the warmth of your affection. You eventually compromise, only working certain shifts and allowing him to escort you home. As if you really have a choice on the matter. Michael finds your attempts at negotiation endearing.

→ If anyone dares to come between Michael and what is his, he reacts with violent outbursts of rage. His attacks are brutal and merciless, driven by a primal need to assert his dominance and protect you. Unfortunately, you are also not exempt from his aggression, and when he catches sight of you one night, engaged in conversation with a stranger outside the back of the lounge during your smoke break, he snaps. In a frenzy of fury, he swiftly disposes of the man, his actions marked by a sickening crunch of bones as his body is hurled against the brick wall. Then, turning his attention to you, Michael's muscles coil with tension and his chest heaves with barely-contained anger. Gripping your arms so fiercely that bruises bloom in their wake, he shoves you against the wall, once, then again, as if attempting to jolt some some sense into you.

→ With swift determination, Michael hoists you over his shoulder and retreats into the shadows, his purposeful strides carrying you home. But the journey doesn't lead to the bedroom; instead, he deposits you onto the stairs with a roughness that steals your breath. There, in the dim light, he strips away the remnants of your clothing, his actions forceful and unyielding. Again and again, he fucks into you with a ferocity that leaves you screaming his name, your pleas mingling with the echoes of both passion and pain. In those moments, as his protectiveness gives way to possession and consumes you, you find yourself uttering the words he craves to hear—that you are his, and his alone.

→ Yet, even amidst the ecstasy, a shadow of uncertainty looms. You can never be certain that Michael wouldn't cross that final line, that his compulsion wouldn't drive him to take everything from you, including your life. For Michael, protection is not just about control—it's about ownership to the point of obsession. If he can't have you, no one else can either.

[vanha-paholainen]

HUGE HEADCANON & seven swordsman childhoods :0

bruh i have this REALLY huge idea, i really want to animate it but i have little 2 no experience with animation (i can draw tho thats like the least i can do) and i watched the S2 Glitchtale series and it gave me such a huge inspiration for something!!! (warning this post is *very* long)

so the seven ninja swordsmen weren't always ruthless, matter of fact, they were never ruthless, they were only trying to protect kirigakure from enemies, the reason why it started was because during the 1st mizukage's reign there was a huge human trafficking rumor going around which turned out to be true, enemy villages were kidnapping children from kiri & the seven ninja swordsman was formed, throughtout the years the seven ninja swordsman were labled as this ruthless group of people who killed just because they wanted to & that wasn't the case.

the swords have a mind of their own much like samehada and in most cases the blade's souls would take over their weilder and have them do ruthless & heartless shit.

the last generation (y'know ameyuri ringo mangetsu hozuki and those guys) were the best at keeping a distance between the swords souls & themselves, making them the strongest generation ever, but, why were they so ruthless during the 4th great ninja war?

kabuto had the help of a friend who terroized many of the last generation when they were younger (especially kushimaru for one sole reason: his power), and had extracted their original souls in replacement of the blade's souls.

during their lifetime, they were all branded as ruthless, heartless, coldblooded thugs outside of the village, but in kiri, they were known as heros, loving, and protective over their village, the fourth mizukage was not always ruthless, when obito had placed him under genjutsu and controlled him, thats when the "bloody mist era" began.

ameyuri ringo worked as a scientist alongside her lover, ace (an oc of mine :3) and specialized in lightning style which she had no effort in, her mother & father, alongside her elder brother had died around the end of the 2nd shinobi war, now homeless without a family, she was adopted and raised by them, a pretty decent childhood, she was playful & confident, can get a bit too overconfident at times but still, she was loved by everyone around her, ameyuri eventually met ace, and the two of them fell in love, as they were scientists, the two were responsible for the electricity in the mist, ameyuri was then drafted to fight in the third great ninja war, killing over 100 chunin and 50 jonin after kiba, her blade, had taken over her soul completely, ameyuri knew how to control kiba's soul, but kiba found other ways to take over ameyuri, eventually with the help of ace & kushimaru, ameyuri was finally feeling better, but was fatally ill, and soon, passed.

kushimaru kuriarare, being apart of this clan as the most strongest of all, despite having ptsd & major anxiety, still tried his best to make his life better after his traumatizing childhood, his clan was slaughtered at the hands of a shimogakure shinobi named mujōna which will later then start the war between kirigakure and shimogakure, in haunt for his soul, as it possessed an inhumane amount of dark chakra passed down by his mother, mujōna had created a sensei for him, which in turn had abused him constantly, his sensei and mujōna worked together to "power" him, having him tied down being bit by venomous spiders which gave him a huge amount of arachnophobia later, over the years he was staying with jinpachi's parents, and the two future swordsmen will later become like brothers, the two moved in together and kushimaru then later had a child out of wedlock which turned him into a single father, with the help of jinpachi, the two of them worked together to raise the child (don't judge me this is my favorite ship) in a household where there is no conflict & hatred. the third great ninja war had started and kushimaru was on the battlefield, while fighting might dai who was in his 8th gate form, kushimaru had a dark chakra sealed inside of him, whilst loosing control and also loosing control over nuibari's soul, inserting inside of kushimaru's body, he became a monster and killed everyone in his path, including jinpachi & jinin were were also fighting against might dai, kushimaru survived but was terribly injured, and for the rest of his life spent in a hospital bed, dying peacefully.

jinin akebino was known as a hero fighting in the 2nd shinobi war as a teen, deadly on the battlefield and showed no mercy, never letting kabutowari's soul take over him, a brave young man with a heart of steel. after the war had ended, he decided to settle down and become an academy teacher for a short period, while also taking care of his son & sick wife who was fatally ill with lung cancer, after his wife had died, he was now a single father taking care of his now 13 year old son, training him to become like him someday, his son grew older and eventually moved a new path, jinin now teaches young chunin how to control their jutsus and looks after the other swordsman on his team, the third great ninja war starts & jinin is fighting against might dai, noticing one of his teammates lost control of his soul in the process, being killed before might dai even makes a move on him

mangetsu was raised by the sea alongside his younger brother, the goddess of the sea had taken the young boys as her own after their parents had died in the 2nd war, they were then trained to fight to become one of the seven ninja swordsman, suigetsu had accidentally let his blade's soul take over his body, which had stayed attatched to him for the majority of his life, mangetsu on the other hand, had learned how to control his emotions and not let the sword's soul take over him, but mangetsu wasn't satisfied, he wanted to weild all 7 blades, in which he almost died while doing so, since the last person who wanted to weild all 7 swords had died in the process, while he tried to use shibuki, it would blow up out of nowhere, even when he wasn't even using it to train or fight, nuibari's wire would cut him deep & the other swords would even try to attack him on his own, hiramekarei (well, one half) was the only sword that didn't have an evil soul, which he kept by his side, eventually he got the ability to weild all 7 swords which also in the end, costed him his life.

[ im thinking of more headcanons soon so this is part 1 for now. ]

[vanha-paholainen]

Viktor's past headcanons.

— Viktor was born on September 2 (by the way, on this day the Viktor Orthodox name day) in the family of street thug Jan and artist Esther. He looked like his fragile, dark-haired mother, but he did not inherit his character from any of his parents. After all, personality, with the exception of qualities determined by innate aspects of the psyche, is not inherited, and the similarity of the child's character with the parent is achieved by upbringing — and Viktor hardly remembers his mother and father. They died when he was three years old: both died at the hands of a chemical baron, to whom Jan crossed the road.

— Viktor was raised more by himself and less by his grandmother, Khava. Cold, stingy with emotions, she provided him with everything he needed, but she could hardly do more. She didn't love him or her dead daughter. All that remained for Viktor was to come home on time (which he coped with, because of the congenital problems with his leg he would not be able to walk for a long time) and not get into trouble (which he also coped with).

— He spent his childhood reading and playing with abandoned machinery. He did not play with other children, as if feeling in his gut that he would not be accepted, and communicating with books completely suited him.

— The only time Viktor tried to be friends with another child turned out to be extremely ridiculous and unpleasant for the little genius. His friend, Anhalt, was several years older than him, and one day, apparently deciding to amuse his ego, he pushed nine-year-old Viktor off the roof of the second floor. Having badly bruised his knee, he finally lost faith that at least someone needed him.

— Viktor came to Piltover at the age of fourteen. One day he decided to cross the bridge, and since this happened before the situation on the Piltover—Zaun border worsened, he managed to cross the bridge. To do this, he had to strip down to his underpants at the security checkpoint and wait three hours for his books and notebooks to be checked by the police, but eventually he was allowed to live in this huge city.

— At first, Viktor earned his living by distributing newspapers. He lived in a rented closet on the ground floor of an apartment building owned by a certain Roysmann, smoked the worst cigarettes he could find in Piltover, and suffered from constant insomnia. The neighbors upstairs, noisy second-hand dealers, considered it their duty to shout over his head. Victor had to fight with the fat owner's cat for a workplace: this shaggy bastard occupied the only table in the corridor entirely, and he was mostly afraid not of the shouts of an irritated Viktor, but of the broom with which he drove him from his place. The second floor always smelled of burnt pork fat and dog urine. He didn't want to live here at all, but it was also pernicious to return to Zaun: Viktor was so exhausted by his native slums that he no longer even wanted to think about them.

— If Heimerdinger hadn't noticed the genius who came to the academy to listen to lectures on mechanical engineering and higher mathematics, Viktor would hardly have gotten a higher education with the same ease. The dean was delighted with the abilities of the young talent, and Viktor, having passed only three exams, became part of the first-year students at the age of sixteen. After completing his bachelor's degree, he entered the master's program at the age of eighteen, and then, at just twenty, defended his PhD. The star of his pure mind burned so swiftly and brightly that other students, looking at him, whispered: "genius.".. It's just a pity that Viktor paid for his genius with his personal life, socialization and health.

— Viktor despises the concept of talent and genius. He recognizes his uniqueness, but only because he gets out of the statistics — and he considers this discrepancy to be the result of hard work on himself and the result of his cold temperament. "Everything is achieved only through hard work and effort."

— Viktor has never had romantic feelings in his life. More precisely, they undoubtedly were — but every time he began to like someone too much, he stifled all signs of affection. He loves humanity, but not anyone in particular. It cannot be otherwise.

[vanha-paholainen]

Hey! New Viktor's past headcanons announcement.

I haven't been here for a long time. I'm sorry, I suffer from borderline personality disorder, and I really don't feel well. But I feel better now! Please don't leave if I don't write anything for a long time. I'll come back sooner or later, I just run into problems. I will finish the promised fanfiction soon. It was planned to do this earlier, but, as I said earlier, I felt very ill, and I could only lie there, smoke and suffer. But I'm back with you! So, next post will be a new batch of Viktor headcanons, this time dedicated to his past. I'm sorry, I only have enough mental health for such posts, but I'll get better soon for you!

[vanha-paholainen]

you and me, always forever

[vanha-paholainen]

Hello, I'm back.

There's one fanfiction on the way. Also I want to know, if you want to ask something, I will take short writing requests, so feel free to ask me about some Jayvik or just Vitya stuff!

[vanha-paholainen]

I like to go for mushrooms and berries in season and once I happened to meet a wild boar in the forest. Shortly, I was peacefully picking blueberries, and then something oinks from behind. I turn around, and the wild boar was right behind me. I was scared shitless and even climbed a tree out of fear. I was yelling at the top of my voice. The boar shat himself because of my yells and ran away. During this unfortunate event I fucked up and lost my berry picker. All I wanted to do was pick blueberries in peace. So pick berries in the forest after that, damn it.

P.S. My parents wasn't happy about berry picker loss. I love boars, but I don't like much being yelled at.

[vanha-paholainen]

VITYAAAAA

again, this sketch is for my best friend. I haven’t watched the second season, please don’t spoil it. otherwise I will eat you.

☻

[vanha-paholainen]

Bestie drew this for me!

I drew our ocs for my best friend. the art should have a oppressive and viscous atmosphere.

the one behind my best friend's character.

[vanha-paholainen]

Viktor and his vampire potential.

Just hear me out, Arcane fans: this man definitely have real predatory potential. He smells of something otherworldly and eternally thirsty for someone else's blood.

TW: blood, gore, devourment (not vore).

Let's say hexcore, along with shimmer, had a detrimental effect on him because of his proximity to him and constant exposure, and he became a bloodthirsty creature. Viktor still tolerates sunlight, but it is more convenient for him to sleep during the day and wake up closer to midnight. His incisors have become sharper, and he can still consume human food, but the darkness inside him requires blood, and he knows full well that he will not be able to resist for long.

No, Viktor is undoubtedly a representative of high moral qualities, and he cannot be considered a merciless monster — but who said that he is able to control his thirst for blood?

He drinks coffee convulsively in the middle of the night, imagining that he is draining Jayce's throat, and his stomach is rumbling loudly, because he has not received what creature of his strange species eat for a long time — and hexcore reminds him that his research is literally built with blood.

One night, he breaks down and devours one of the employees, injecting him with a lethal injection, draining his fresh body and finishing the raw flesh. His thirst is quenched—but for how long? Oh, how he suffers, how painful and unpleasant he feels from himself... However, it is after his first act of cannibalism that Viktor makes an unexpected breakthrough in bioengineering, patents a new invention and, most importantly, unexpectedly feels better. But will this effect last if it doesn't consume human flesh in the future?..

The answer is obvious. And Viktor is increasingly starting to involuntarily look at Jayce's throat...

By the way, soon I will have a fanfiction with Viktor, which will be a kind of vampire likeness.

[vanha-paholainen]

Viktor is no longer human. He is a supreme being who looks at the world with a calm, icy gaze, a palm touching the face of a leper, a gentle kiss on the forehead of the deceased, miraculous healing and deep sympathy for the suffering embodied in the body. He no longer has the bitterness of resentment, nausea from pain, anger at the world that deprived him of health — there is only forgiveness and mercy.

«Come to me, the humiliated and destitute, come, the sick and suffering, come — and I will deliver you from the torments of the spirit and flesh.»

Jayce doesn't understand this. He cannot accept that his friend, his partner, his everything just disappeared and turned into a cold stranger with a kind but detached look. He's the owner. He considered Viktor his invention, his friend — and when he left, he rushed after him. He was completely consumed by anger. He was no longer aware of his actions. What can a man do against God?..

When he raised his hammer, he didn't want to kill at all. He would like to kneel in front of Viktor, press his face against his hollow stomach, whisper «forgive me, for I have sinned» and feel the gentle touch of thin fingers on his sinful head...

But he hit.

He betrayed.

He killed.

And when the deity rises from the dead, there will be no forgiveness.

[vanha-paholainen]

And another Viktor headcanon!

First of all, I would like to thank everyone who paid attention to my post and appreciated it. I don't want to whine and put pressure on pity, but there is an imperialist war going on in my country, devouring and cruel, and I am no longer sure that it will end any good. It pretty much spoils my and everyone's morale. That's why it's important for me to distract myself and share my thoughts with you. Thanks for the support! As for the headcanons, I want to say that Vicky from the first season is mainly taken into account here. Second... Well, we all know what happened in the second one. If you're interested, I'll sign the headcanons for him from the second season.

— Viktor often falls, and over the years these falls are more and more painful. He has constant bruises and abrasions on his knees. It's hard for him to get up: he mostly rests with one hand on a crutch, the other on the ground, and spends two or three minutes doing this. It is for this reason that he tries not to cross rails and roads, because he is afraid of not being able to get up soon enough from an accidental fall.

— Viktor hates stairs, and I guess that doesn't need to be explained. Sometimes he crawls over them, and it looks pretty scary and sad. If someone sees him in this state, they naturally try to help him, but he prefers to climb on his own. Even so. Viktor's pride does not allow him to admit that it is difficult for him to climb. It's not that he's stupid at all: he just doesn't want to fully admit how sick he is, because if he does, one more of the few things in life that he treasured will be lost: a sense of self-respect. It cannot be said that he considers his illness to be something worthy of discrimination, he is essentially against any humiliation of dignity, but its presence sometimes makes him hate himself and feel ashamed. After all, it's the only thing he can't control.

— Viktor loves dairy products very much, but he can't always eat them, which is why he sometimes stays in a bad mood. By the way: meals affect his mood more than he would like. Viktor does not like to admit his humanity and is guided by his old "they can — I can't" attitude, which I touched on in my previous post, which is why sometimes he deliberately rejects food that he would like to treat. This is not infantilism, it is a consequence of deep loneliness and the trauma of rejection that permeates all aspects of his life. It is as if he is trying to push away from everything that can connect him with a sick and imperfect body.

— In his spare time, Viktor either sleeps or reads science fiction, sometimes in his head scolding the author and coming up with improvements to this or that invention from the book. However, fiction is still not his strong suit. Viktor does not understand the excessive drama that often happens in fiction, and he does not like grotesque and exaggeration, because everything that does not correspond to realism seems to him too naive and pretentious. What can you do, he is a genius of mechanics and bioengineering, not the humanities. He would rather read a textbook on quantum physics or a journal of scientific articles on astronomy than be carried away by a novel about love, betrayal and revenge.

— He has glasses for reading small texts.

— His migraines are sometimes triggered by Jayce's loud voice.

— Because of his life in Zaun in unsanitary conditions, Viktor is distinguished by his zealous love of cleanliness. Once, he gassed cockroaches in the academy dormitory on his own, because he could not tolerate their presence. No matter how bad it is for him, he gets up and cleans his house every day, because he believes that work is ennobling, and a clean room is the key to a clean mind.

— Victor is a Virgo according to the zodiac sign with an ascendant in Aquarius.

Also I have playlist for Vik, but it's in VKontakte (russian social network). Let me know if you want to hear it on YouTube! (I don't have enough money for Spotify).

[vanha-paholainen]

"You're playing League of Legends? We have a gift for you!

USSR shashlik!"

Nothing unusual, just a Russian advertisement for a barbecue.

[vanha-paholainen]

Viktor NSFW hc's.

Tw: mentions of sickness, mentions of throwing up, mentions of famished body.

Soon I will see my dear Viktor again.

I made some headcanons about him. Hope someone will like it. English isn't my first language, so please, don't beat me up, I'm just some ukrainian guy.

— The older Viktor gets, the worse his legs get. Problems with joints are added to the congenital curvature. If at the age of twenty-two he was able to cover three or four kilometers in a day, and with proper stops and motivation — all eight, now, at thirty-two, it is sometimes difficult for him even to get himself out of bed.

— Viktor, in addition to the corset and leg correction shown in the series, wears compression stockings when he feels particularly lousy.

— Actually, all his meals are scheduled and strictly regulated in accordance with his medication, but this stubborn workaholic often neglects his needs, which then makes him vomit bile, faints and experiences other troubles.

— Speaking of stomach problems. Let's omit the fact that all the characters that I like, they somehow magically appear — Viktor really has a reason for problems with the gastrointestinal tract. Previously, everything was tolerable, but now, due to the side effects of phlegm-thinning lung drugs and heavy painkillers on which he sits, Viktor vomits with enviable regularity at least once every two weeks. This usually happens either in the middle of the working day or after. Sometimes he jumps up to get a basin early in the morning, because he can also be sick from pills. Because of this, his teeth are slowly deteriorating. In addition, it is in the episodes of vomiting that he feels particularly weak and pathetic.

— It is in case of an unforeseen outpouring of vomit that there is a basin under Viktor's desk.

— He often faints too. This is mainly due to overwork and lack of sleep. Over the years, Victor has learned to anticipate this phenomenon and therefore usually manages to sit down.

— Viktor washes exclusively while sitting on a special shower chair for people with disabilities. You can't sit in the bathroom in his position, and if you do, you'll get out, and standing in the shower without support is painful and tiring for him.

— If Viktor takes days off, it's just to get enough sleep. He doesn't like social events and noisy streets. It seems to him that the Piltoverians look at him with contempt, he does not like small talk, because he is used to putting meaning and sincerity into every word he says, and, besides, the noise of the crowd tires him very quickly. Even when Jayce invites him, filled with a strange sense of extrovert duty to an introverted work partner, Viktor politely refuses. He does not want to once again experience the views of the local nobility and feel like a stranger. He has enough problems without that.

— The feeling of loneliness and misunderstanding is his only faithful companion. Since childhood, Viktor has watched the fun of other children as if through bulletproof glass, and over the years this feeling of alienation from the world of people has only worsened. He had never experienced true friendship, had never loved anyone—and sometimes this realization made him hate himself so much that it was time to climb into a noose. In despair, he thought that maybe if he had been born like everyone else, it would have been easier for him. No, he never tried to be like the crowd, but loneliness often made him regret his genius. Over time, Viktor resigned himself. After all, his mechanisms will always be with him. There is no human impermanence in them. The breakdown of a certain gear is easier to predict than the cooling of a relationship.

— By the age of thirty-two, Viktor is a virgin. As mentioned earlier, he has never loved anyone, and therefore this fact is not shameful for him. He just thinks it's out of his area of interest and has no regrets about it.

— Viktor has a very significant «manhood»: 18.4 cm in length. However, he does not use it.

— Despite the extremely lousy position of his lungs, he smokes, and smokes a lot. He prefers unfiltered cigarettes, smokes about a dozen a day.

— Surprisingly, Viktor is not circumcised and is not even infertile. He is quite capable of becoming a father - but I think anyone understands that this will be the worst version of a dad that can only be imagined.

— Viktor never attached much importance to the partner's gender. He believes that there is no need to limit yourself to such extensive issues. He is bisexual (and possibly a mechanophile).

— If Viktor hypothetically has sex, he will do it with all his usual thoroughness. He will buy a pack of the best thin condoms (japanese ones can serve as an analogue from our world), purchase hypoallergenic lubricant and be very careful with his partner. In addition, before sexual intercourse, he will wash himself and immediately before the process, he will discuss everything with his partner again. It may seem superfluous, but he does not know how to do otherwise. He feels safer when he knows for sure that he is doing everything right: after all, it is not in his plans to damage someone's intestines or cervix.

— What Viktor will definitely not try in bed is the missionary position, where the heavier partner will be on top, and sitting on his face. This point hardly needs explanation.

— If Viktor finds himself in a receiving position in bed (that is, under a man), he will expect from his partner the same tenderness and attentiveness that he shows himself. Viktor does not welcome rudeness and savagery. He is thirty-two years old and terminally ill. With him, either gently and carefully, or in no way.

— Viktor prefers large partners with a good combination of fat percentage and muscle mass. No, appearance does not come first for him, the contact of mind and soul is more important to him — but opposites attract, and he will be especially pleased if his partner, regardless of gender, is an athletic endomorph with dark skin and large breasts. Sky and Jayce are perfect for his type.

— By the way, the subject of Viktor's stingy erotic fantasies are... Anatomical sketches with a female body. Yes, he prefers realism and precision even in such matters.

— Viktor treats himself differently. As mentioned earlier, he differentiates himself from society, and therefore his own nakedness seems disgusting and unnatural to him. He considers himself unattractive due to exhaustion and pelvic problems, and therefore does not like to relate himself to the general mass. Deep down, he wants to become a machine: then there will be no problems with a sick body and an imperfect mind. «Naturalness is for everyone, but not for me.»

[vanha-paholainen]

For several years, Viktor’s leg caught my eye—specifically, I was searching for an official diagnosis and struggling to find something that fit him. After years of speculating, I believe I've found his condition's proper diagnosis and name.

Viktor has a rare and severe case of femoral anteversion in his right leg.

What exactly is femoral anteversion? It is a condition in which the femur rotates, causing the knees and feet to face inward rather than forward. This can impact one or both legs. This condition usually resolves on its own, but more severe cases require medical intervention such as leg braces, therapy, and surgery in more extreme instances—however, this condition is treatable.

This condition impacts children, typically the result of trauma, fetal development, or genetics. Viktor was likely born with this, which would propose that he’s either genetically predisposed to it or the result of a tough pregnancy.

This small scene is an excellent example. It’s only several seconds long, but here we can see that his leg is rotated inward, and he corrects it to face forward—which pains him as he visibly winces—all while Jayce speaks.

It’s noticeable when he’s a kid. You can see how his leg twists and faces inward and how his foot catches on the heel of his other foot, which causes him to trip. In episode 8, while he runs on the dock, he almost trips from this issue again before catching himself and sprinting. Viktor also has an in-toe gait; his step curves as he walks, while his other leg does not.

His leg brace, which we see in Act 2, serves one primary purpose: to force the leg to rotate and face the proper direction. However, at this stage, his condition has been left untreated for so long that it is progressing and showing a drastic impact on his entire body that the leg brace will not fix. It also makes mobility even more challenging for him, with difficulty bending and extending his leg.

This condition can throw the entire body out of whack if left untreated. It can cause pelvic issues, osteoarthritis, spinal decompensation, labral and chondral damage, hamstring-originated tendinopathy, and even weakening of the abdominal muscles, as well as a wide range of spinal problems. The feet, hips, and back are significant body parts that work together; if one is bad, the rest will suffer.

Viktor would require a femoral derotation osteotomy; however, given the severity of his condition and how other parts of his body are now significantly impacted--such as his pelvis and spine, we now have more complications on our hands and that's not even touching on his unnamed lung disease.

There's still so much I could discuss here, and perhaps later, after work; I have a handful of notes I've taken about this and how it all just ties together for Viktor, and honestly, it has been really fun to look at and analyze.

[vanha-paholainen]

9 + Arcane

"I never wanted to hate you, but look where we are."

Characters: Viktor and Evil!Jayce

Background: in the AU where Viktor and Silco are brothers and Deckard survived, becoming Silco’s second in command. Also a Deckard/Viktor romance.

“What are you doing?” Viktor heard Jayce say from his bedroom doorway, he was stood over a suitcase. Thankfully he’d had Deckard move everything important and work related to his new accommodation earlier, all Jayce had power over was him and his clothes. Viktor sighed and didn’t turn to face Jayce or stop what he was doing.

“I’m packing,” Viktor answered simply. “I think, given the end of our… relationship it makes sense for me to leave.”

“Is that the only reason why?” Jayce pressed, Viktor’s shoulders tensed as he felt Jayce grow closer. He suddenly became aware of vulnerable he was.

“No. But it’s the only one I wish to speak of.” Viktor’s voice shook slightly. He knew Jayce was referring to how he’d hurt him less than 24 hours ago. The events of the night before had forced him to act. It was what resulted in him contacting Deckard, and by extension his brother. But he wasn’t ready to face that, not yet.

“I apologised for-”Jayce said as he approached, Viktor could feel him just a few inches away and it repulsed him.

“I’m not interested in your apologies, Jayce,” Viktor interrupted, slamming his suitcase closed. Jayce grabbed Viktor’s bicep and spin him around, forcing him to face him.

“Get away from me,” Viktor stammered, pulling his arm from Jayce’s strong, muscular grasp. “I’m not your toy, Jayce.”

“You can’t leave.” Jayce declared it so simply as if he had the power to keep Viktor prisoner, all Viktor could think was it showed how little Jayce knew him any more.

“And what makes you say that?” Viktor asked with a furrowed brow and a tilted head. “You wouldn’t be the first to think they could keep me in a cage and no one else has succeeded.”

“I need you. For my- our work, for our-”

“So it’s our work now?” Viktor scowled. “You don’t seem too concerned with that when none of our creations have my name on it. All of the talks and lectures are done by you.”

“That… that is not up to me,” Jayce lied, tightening his grip on Viktor’s arm, causing him to wince and gasp. “The headmaster-”

“I suppose that’s the problem. You didn’t used to listen to any authority. Now you do, and it’s corrupted you.”

“I’m Piltover’s saviour,” Jayce spat, tugging on Viktor’s arm for emphasis, his spare hand tightening into a fist. “I’m it’s hope for progress. You could never be that, not some cripple from the Undercity.”

“Ah, there we are. A slight glimmer of your true colours-” Viktor was interrupted by Jayce’s fist hitting his jawbone, forcing him backwards and to lose his balance. His cane couldn’t keep him steady, and he hit the ground. Jayce stood over him, a look of anger and possessiveness creating a shadow over him. He kicked Viktor in his small stomach, causing him to cough. He repeated this, over and over again until it was blood he spluttered onto the floor.

“I know you hate me. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you leave,” Jayce panted.

“I never wanted to hate you. I never used to. I loved you. But you became the man who uses me like a whore and a punching bag. So look where we are,” Viktor wheezed, pain in his deep brown eyes but the slight hint of stubborn determination shining through.

[vanha-paholainen]

I don’t get how some people can say Melkor is an unsympathetic villain. The guy lived most of his life with chronic pain and crippling fear of the future, he can’t finish a thought to save his life and does everything out of spite. He’s literally one of the most relatable characters EVER.